This homecoming of sorts
lights my heart on fire.
My bones sing
when they return under Kenyan clouds
and African sun.
This sky has known me since birth.
The sun tickles the corners of my mouth
daring me to call out to the light.
It asks me why I ever ventured away so far
to live under a different sky
that I can only pretend to know so well.
Dear Sky
Sun
Moon
Stars.
Dear Kenya
I will return.
My lungs can never get their fill of this air.
My feet yearn for the ground
and my heart knows I can never truly leave.
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